fear

Fear is an intriguing quality it can paralyse, cloud judgement, instil a great sense of being uncomfortable and fuel adrenaline for flight or fight, if you can sieze it and forge it into a weapon.

Fear is often fleeting, a brief moment that is soon over but true fear never is, it lurks and challenges you to knock it down until one day it fails to get up.

The following is about a true fear although it might not be evident unless you can decipher the last line, which is the key.

A doodle on the everlasting demon, which despite being staked from time to time just keeps on getting back up.

Fear

A maiden is heroin.
Approval hooked under the skin
and through the eyes
Something tugs in anticipation.

Powdered lines lace the air
rise the belly to tangle words
project them like ping pong balls
into a glass box.

Humbled to a fool
the face has become the back.